She gathered that she was wanted in the _pateo_, or court-yard, which, owing to the construction of the house, stood on one side instead of in front, where the lawn usurped its usual position.
"Who is it ?" she asked.
The voice sank even lower.
"Colonel San Benavides, Senhora." She had gathered sufficient of Brazilian ways to understand that the man had been bribed to convey this request to her without attracting attention.
"Tell him to wait," she said, hoping to gain a moment wherein to decide how best to act.
"It is urgent, Senhora--_ao mesmo tempo_, the colonel said." "Go! That is my answer." The man's unwillingness to obey showed how imperative were his instructions.

She rose, and the _criado_ hurried out, satisfied that she would follow.

But Iris had no wish to meet San Benavides.

If she were seen with him in the dark _pateo_ at this late hour, fuel would be added to the fire of Carmela's foolish spite.

She was aware of Carmela's covert glance watching her from the other end of the long room.